Every summer my parents escape the Yuma heat and head to their trailer in Pinetop, AZ. We have not visited them there before, so the kids and I snuck a long weekend getaway into the last few days before school. We drove to Phoenix and stopped for a rest and a visit with our good friends the Farars before heading into the higher elevations. We watched anxiously as the car's thermometer showed the outside temperature getting lower and lower, finally dipping below 100. I was nervous about making the trek by myself with the kids, but they all did really well. Thank goodness for portable DVD players, Uncrustables, juice boxes, and chocolate milk! Jonah had his camera along on the trip and took many, many pictures similar to this:
Sunrise Park Resort, where the boys and I took our first trip on a ski lift! It was so beautiful and relaxing - once we got on the bench without falling and were safely tucked under the bar. It was such a long way from the bottom to the top. The kids enjoyed waving to the people who passed us on their way down.
That afternoon we went to the family fun park which had go-karts and mini-golf. We had a fun time, but we weren't prepared for the heat (it's the mountains!) so we pushed through the golf course as fast as we could. I got a nasty sunburn on my neck that day. This is the last hole of the course, and it took so long that I finally told the boys to just drop their golf balls into the hole.
The next day was Sunday so we went to church with Mom. Their chapel is a beautiful building surrounded by pine trees.
After church and the obligatory Sunday rest, we went to Mom and Dad's trailer for dinner. They have a nice set up there in the RV park. In their yard is a fountain, and we had a hard time keeping V away from it. She loved to put her fingers in and splash around. That was fine, but when she started putting her fingers in her mouth, we had to put a stop to it. Well, we wanted to put a stop to it.
Monday was an exciting day. The two older boys and I got to go horseback riding! This was a first for them and the first time for me as a grown-up. I think I have been on a horse twice before in my youth. We had a wonderful guide (named Willow - how cool is that?) who even held the camera and took pictures so I could concentrate on staying on the horse. Most of the time we walked at an easy pace, but a few times we let the horses trot while we bounced up and down and held on for dear life. I wonder what it would be like sitting on a horse going full speed, or having to ride a horse day after day as my main means of travel like in the olden days.
While we were on our adventure, Mom and Dad once again had the privilege of watching little V, who eventually fell asleep, as well as E, who got to take a couple of pony rides around the stables. It was one of our favorite parts of the trip, and we had sore bums to remind us of it the rest of the day.